Were I Not A King, I Would

A Custom Loathsome To The Eye, Hateful To The Nose, Harmful To The Brain, Dangerous To The Lungs, And In The Black, Stinking Fume Thereof Nearest Resembling The Horrible Stygian Smoke Of The Pit That Is Bottomless.

Dr Donne's Verses Are Like The Peace Of God; They Pass All Understanding.

That Which We Call Wit Consists Much In Quickness And Tricks, And Is So Full Of Lightness That It Seldom Goes With Judgment And Solidity; But When They Do Meet, It Is Commonly In An Honest Man.

On Tobacco: A Branch Of The Sin Of Drunkenness, Which Is The Root Of All Sins.

I Will Govern According To The Common Weal, But Not According To The Common Will.